Shadow Slave Cinema (reaction fanfic) - Chapter 27: Slave and Warrior

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.

What the hell? That menace who bullied me since I was six years old, actually became a pretty girl after three years of living apart? And she even ran to our agreed duel location to confess to me, hoping that I can become her boyfriend?!

This is a plot against me! There’s definitely an enormous conspiracy behind this! I won’t be fooled by you! Even if you tear up and act all pitiful, I will still disregard you and humiliate you, until you’ve have completely paid back all my childhood grievances!

What’cha lookin’at? There are very reasonable grounds for bullying a girl!

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“I know exactly who you are,” he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume.I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. “Then you know why I’m here.”His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. “Do you?” His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. “Because you don’t look like a hunter right now.”I swallowed hard. “And you don’t look like a monster.”He chuckled, dark and amused. “Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”. In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale.Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known.While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?